There are eight opponents, and I with my special friend.
The layout isn’t ours, but we’re going to start.
Seryozha, hold on! There’s no good chance at present,
Let’s go and equate the trump cards.
They’ll never force me to abandon the sphere,
Their number doesn’t matter to me:
My friend and companion shields me from the rear,
And therefore the chances are even.
A “Messerschmitt” chased me, then started to smoke,
Its screws hacked the air with a bell.
They even don’t need crosses upon their long homes,
The ones on their wings will go well!
I’m “First”, be attentive! Two “Heinkels” are o’er you,
I’ve started to close their path!
Go into the clouds, beat the fire, I’ll preserve you!
When fighting, don’t hope for marvels.
Sergey, ye’re on fire! Set your hopes for now
Upon your successful chuting, man.
Oh, damn it! A “Heinkel” attacks me, and how!
God bless you, I’m turning to ram!..
I know that others will pay for our trouble...
But, having left down the clouds,
Just as two our planes that were flying in couple,
Our souls will advance up and up.
Saint Peter will say that our guerdon awaits us,
But as soon as he shuts the gate,
We’ll ask of the Father, “Do us a high favor:
Take us to a battle group of angels.”
And I’ll ask of Him, as a son of his father,
To give me His merciful sanction
To make my companion the one of all others
For shielding my rear in actions.
We’ll ask wings and bows of our Heavenly Father,
An ace sees himself but in heaven...
But if there’s no shortage of warrior brothers,
He’ll let us be guardians then.
To guard is a heavily honorable service,
We’ll carry good luck on our wings
To such ones as were I and my friend Seryozha,
When ’mongst living people were we.